Warriors of Poseidon 01 - Atlantis Rising

familiar blue-green flame burning in his pupils. The sign of his passion for her.
     
    His love.
     
    "They're really okay? I didn't dream that, too?"
     
    He nodded. "You saved them both. Your sacrifice—" His voice broke.
     
    She lifted a hand to stroke his hair back from his face. "Shhh," she soothed. "It's all right. I'm here."
     
    His entire body shuddered. "If I'd lost you—don't ever risk your life like that again."
     
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    Riley smiled, feeling weaker than she'd ever been. And yet stronger, at the same time.
    "There you go ordering me around, again. We have to work on this royalty complex you've got."
     
    Conlan's lips curved at the corners. "Get used to it. I'm going to be ordering you around for a very long time."
     
    He bent and gently kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips. "I'm never letting you get away from me. You understand that, don't you?"
     
    He pulled her closer to him in a fierce hug. "Never."
     
    She opened her shields, felt the full extent of his passion, and her own body shuddered in response. "Conlan? I need to feel you now. I need to feel your warmth."
     
    "I'll hold you all night long, mi amara. I'll hold you forever," he murmured into her hair, gently caressing her arms.
     
    "No." She pushed him away, sat up. Tried to escape the boulder that crushed her lungs.
    "I need to feel alive. I need to tell you—I need to show you—"
     
    She rolled over so that she lay half on top of his body, put her hands on his face. "I need" she whispered.
     
    And then she kissed him like she was dying of thirst, and his lips held the last drop of water.
     
    Conlan moaned at the feel of her. He'd tried so hard to be gentle. To give her the comfort and safety he'd been so sure she'd want, instead of overwhelming her with his hunger.
     
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    But she was kissing him like she wanted to devour him. The passion in her touch unleashed the floodgates of desire he'd fought to keep barred. The terror that he'd lived through at the sight of her limp body lying there on the floor.
     
    The relief that she lived.
     
    "Riley, my aknasha, I love you. I need you. I need to be inside you right now, right now, right now," he groaned into her mouth.
     
    She smiled, opening her mind and heart to allow him to feel her own heat and need.
    Without thought, beyond reason, he ripped at his clothes, desperately needing to feel his skin against hers.
     
    Riley trembled with wanting him. Needing him. Needing to feel him inside her, so she could know she was alive. His big body shook as he yanked and tore at his clothes until he was as nude as she. He swept the quilt off her and replaced it with his body, pushing her legs apart and driving his fingers inside her to feel her, test her, learn that she was ready for him.
     
    He made a low sound deep in his throat and centered himself over her. She felt the thickness of him straining at her, and she arched up to help him. He was so fiercely aroused he had to work himself inside her, and she stretched to a point just short of pain as the length and the breadth of his erection pushed steadily into her.
     
    She cried out with the wanting, with the hunger, and kissed. and bit at his mouth as if she were consuming him. He pulled out a little and she whimpered, and then he drove into her as far as he could go.
     
    And she screamed. Screamed and clawed at him, dug her nails into his shoulders, into his back. Begged him for more, more, harder, harder. Reaffirming that she lived, that he lived, that he was there with her.
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    At least for now.
     
    Saw the ferocious predator she'd unleashed in his face. Reveled in it.
     
    "You're mine, Riley. Mine, mi amara aknasha, my beloved empath. I'm going to take you now, fuck you, sear myself into your soul," he growled, jaw clenching with the shreds of self-control he seemed to have left. She could feel the burning drive to possess her that shook him, heart and soul.
     
    She arched her neck, heat and desire burning through her, and gasped. Then she slowly smiled at him, the warmth of certain knowledge in her eyes. "No, Conlan. You're going to make love to me. Because you love me."
     
    She touched his face. "And I love you, too."
     
    He went completely still, hands trembling on her skin. "Say it again," he demanded hoarsely. "Tell me again."
     
    "I